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Clever Girl

That tiny dot about halfway down in the center of the brown line is Earth as seen from deep space by Voyager 1. Feel small yet?

“That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there – on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam…

…To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

– Carl Sagan

I have a deep and abiding respect for those, like Carl Sagan, who are able to see beyond themselves and understand the precarious nature of life on this blue orb that affords us our existence. Some of my favorite images were captured by the Hubble telescope, an instrument with value that can’t be calculated in the billions of dollars it has taken to create and maintain it. Through its lens, we measly creatures are barely able to scratch the surface of the vastness of the universe. Sit for a while with a Hubble image of a galaxy cluster and allow its magnitude to envelop you. When life hands me an epic smackdown, I view photos from the telescope to put things in my life back into perspective. All the stress we feel in our tiny lives and all the weight we give ourselves is lost in those images. We are nothing. We are less than nothing with regard to what we have been able to discern of the universe, yet what we do on this minuscule speck of cosmic dust means everything to our survival.

President Trump’s decision to withdraw from the Paris climate accord, while disappointing and disastrous on many levels, is not surprising. Small minds yield small thinking. As full-disclosure of the president’s decision penetrated the news world yesterday, I discussed it with our teenage sons. There is nothing more important to me than teaching my sons their place in this world and their responsibility to it as educated, white males of privilege. I encourage my kids to be forward thinkers and solution seekers. There is no room for a future in a world where we live in the past. As I was lamenting the damage done by climate-change deniers and our unwillingness to make personal changes to save this planet, my oldest said this:

“The planet doesn’t care what we do. We will all die off and the earth will go on without us. The earth has suffered far worse than what we are doing to it now and it is still here.”

Dozens of hours spent voluntarily absorbing science-based programming on his iPad has given my son a realistic understanding of life’s precariousness here. We place so much importance on our impact on this planet, and for good reason, but our impact on this planet only matters insomuch as pertains to the existence of life on it. We don’t matter at all to this space particle that transports us around our star. If all humans suddenly ceased to exist, in as little as 25 years, three-fourths of paved roads would be covered by vegetation. In just three hundred years, man-made metal structures like the towers “great men” build and emblazon with their glowing, gold names would crumble and disappear. And after 10,000 years, only stone structures like Mt Rushmore and the Great Pyramids would be left to offer proof that we ever existed. We don’t matter to the earth. It does not give a shit if we cease to be.

We are erasable. For all the movies we’ve made and books we’ve written about alien populations wiping out our existence, we are our greatest threat. We know this, which is why we write stories about escaping the damage we leave behind. If we continue to barrel along, turning a blind eye to our impact on the air, water, and land we rely on for survival, then we will die off. We will have earned that fate with our ignorance and intransigence. Someday, perhaps a future population will refer to us the way we now refer to the dinosaurs, as sad, ancient relics incapable of stopping their own extinction, doomed to disappear. The difference is that the dinosaurs will have lived 159 million year longer than our species and have done so without sentient brains in their reptilian heads. Clever girl, indeed.

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That Joe’s one smart kid.
My relationship with the Cosmos has brought me to a place where, in spite of my lust for life and love of humankind, our little blue rock will be better off when we’re gone.
Not that I’m keen on accelerating that timeline.

Joe is my deep thinker. He seems to understand the significance of being insignificant, which is a rare thing in a person who is not quite 16. Both my sons are old souls, and I am grateful for their wisdom because it helps me live my best life.

Reblogged this on Gail's Blog and commented:
I had a crappy week. My car kissed a guard rail, a co-worker sent me a nasty email on par with the kiss of death, and I missed great sun-kissed weather because I was too busy to get out for lunch. If it sounds like I need a hug, it’s because I do. Then I read this post from livenowandzen, and I realized something…in the grand scheme of the universe and within the scope of humanity’s current and future place on this earth, these annoyances are a speck of dust not worth dwelling on. Some days we just need to be reminded of this.

Thanks for the reblog, Gail. I work at putting things into perspective every single day because that is the only way I find peace. For me, there is peace in knowing my life matters only in this moment and that makes me try to live my best possible life now because now is all there is for me. And when I get overwhelmed by the noise of life, I look at photos from space because that is reality, whether we want to believe it or not.

Though I’ve not had a passion for astronomy, I can see how that helps put life’s day-to-day in perspective. Looking at the ocean, and exploring nature helps too. There is so much more to the world than our little microcosm.

Wow!
But I don’t agree with you when you consider aliens can erase us.
Why they would do it? They have no reason. We are not special…we have anything they need. Infact if aliens would be able to reach us they would be in possess of gigantic technologies, resourses to do the INTERSTELLAR travel…..